[tw: violence and graphic]
She entered the warehouse, wondering why she hasn't heard from Vincent lately. JT not answering her calls, everything didn't feel right. As she reached his loft she saw a hunching figure, breathing heavily. Hanging over another figure.
"Vincent..?" she said as she cautiously approached, pistol in hand. With one huff the hunched figure turned and faced her. It was Vincent, transformed, but something really wasn't right. She glanced toward the other figure, JT passed out on the ground. Catherine froze, what happened here? She returned her glance back to Vincent, who was steadily approaching. Then she sensed it, that person approaching her was not Vincent, not her Vincent.
As he drew ever closer, Catherine saw that his eyes were completely black. No familiar, golden ocher color in his eyes, just black. Catherine took a step back, unsure of what to do. Then the Beast bared his teeth, but it instantly became a grin. As she witnessed this toothy grin, he morphed back to normal, but it was abnormal. It was quick; usually Vincent would take longer to gain control again. Catherine's eyes were locked on to him…who is this?
This imposter's eyes were still a soulless black. Vincent snickered, "Hello, Catherine." His eyes shifted back to normal, but Vincent was far from his normal.
"I was playing with JT," Vincent looked at JT. "But he stopped moving." Catherine glanced at JT, she could see all the scrapes and bruises. Vincent's voice ripped her from thinking too much.
"Oh, don't worry he is still alive, didn't want to risk losing control of this fine vessel. But the big guy couldn't stop me from having some fun. Should've seen how he begged me to stop." He chuckled.
"Imagine just resting at home and seeing your best friend come home all 'beasted out' is the term JT uses…correct? And I just leaped at him. Oh man, his face, was pure terror." Catherine grimaced, Vincent smirked..seemed that was the reaction he wanted. He kept on describing the events that happened.
"As I landed on him, I let out a rippling snarl. To add more fear in that panicky man. His face…was so priceless. Then I grinned at him, just adding fuel to the fire. He struggled to get out from under me, which I allowed to give JT some hope. Then it was fun to take that away, played with him until he lost conscience. Doesn't that sound so fun Catherine?" Vincent laughed; this was all a game to him. He was gauging her reactions, trying to get her furious. Catherine couldn't take this imposter anymore; she raised her pistol and aimed it at Vincent.
"Who are you, what have you done with Vincent?" She asked fiercely. Vincent didn't react at all to the raised pistol or Catherine's query. Matter of fact it seemed to amuse him, that grin never seemed to leave his face. This sadistic bastard wasn't Vincent, but it was him body wise. His attitude wasn't her Vincent. Something happened to him. Vincent kept on going on.
"You can't imagine my surprise when I possessed this body. I was just expecting a guilty man..but to find, his amazing abilities. It is amazing feeling, well worth all the baggage on this vessel. It is like I don't even need to use my own abilities, and it is more exhilarating playing with this creature." Catherine stayed silent..trying to absorb what this person was saying..
"Possessed?" Catherine stated. Vincent then looked at her, with that smirk. His eyes turned black again. It seemed he wouldn't stop smiling and it was getting to Catherine.
"I'd say we shared enough words, it's better you don't know everything. That would take the suspense away." Vincent retorted, still ignoring her words. Vincent's chest started heaving, distortion spreading like wild-fire. Normal breaths turned into snarls, claws emerging. Once the transformation was complete Vincent cracked his neck a couple times.
"It's time for some fun." Vincent's distorted voice sounded out. It seemed it was hard for the Beast to talk..heaving between each word. Catherine never heard his beastly side talk, that gave a chill down her spine. He slowly approached her..Then he roared at the top of his lungs at her. Catherine flinched, Vincent used that moment to leap at her..Catherine snapped out of it and dodged him. As she rolled away a sting resonated in her shoulder. She then heard a crash behind her, Vincent ran into some vials and steel stands, which did nothing to phase him. She got back on her feet and aimed her pistol back at him. The pain increased as she lifted her arms up. As he turned to face her, he pulled shards of glass out of his body. Catherine never noticed how quickly he healed until she witnessed his flesh wounds close up as he pulled them out. The imposter looked her in the eyes, and then glanced at her shoulder. Blood slowly dripping from her shoulder to the floor.
"No…" the Beast gasped..his eyes returned to a familiar yellow. He reached out to Catherine, trembling. What has he done? His hands suddenly went to his head, he was breathing heavily. Vincent coughed a couple times and it looked like he was coughing..black smoke..? As this inner struggle went on Vincent's features returned to normal. Catherine lowered her gun in astonishment. What is going on?
"NO!..I won't lose this vessel that easily." Vincent snapped. "SHE is fine; it is just a flesh wound." He growled, there was a struggle between the imposter and Vincent. Vincent froze..the struggle stopped, his arms dropped down. His eyes reigned black again..but this time there was no smirk. He was furious.
"It hasn't even gotten too extreme..I'll show you extreme. I'll make you watch while she struggles. And I will stay in control. Let's see how you can fight back." He challenged his vessel. Then that devious smirk came back. Vincent then rapidly beasted out, growls escaped his throat. All Catherine could do is watch. What could she do without hurting Vincent? Vincent was still in there. And his last remarks got her on the defensive, she raised her gun. Vincent raced toward her and just swiped at her hands..with his claws. The pain overtook her hand; she winced and dropped her gun. Her hand began to spasm; she looked at her hand which now had three cuts on it. Next thing Catherine felt was his clawed hands at her neck, she instantly brought her hands to her throat. With that one hand Vincent raised Catherine off the ground, with her trying to pulling up oh his arm struggling to get air into her lungs. Vincent dug his claws into her neck a bit, getting the pained expression he wanted from Catherine.